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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.