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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.