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 Congo and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.