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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.