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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Mars,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.