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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.