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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.