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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.