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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.