Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.