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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
AZ,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.