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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.