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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.