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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.