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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.