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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.