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 Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
ABC,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.