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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.