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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.