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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.