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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.