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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.