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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.