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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
10cc,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.