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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.