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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Flipper,
Fear,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.