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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.