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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.