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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
New Order,
PIL,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.