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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Brick,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.