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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Swans,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.