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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.