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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.