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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Martian,
Crime,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.