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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.