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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.