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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Monks,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.