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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.