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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.