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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.