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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.