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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
DNA,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.