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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.