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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Skriet,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.