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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.