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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.