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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.