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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.