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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
ABC,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.