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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.