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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.