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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.