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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.