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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.