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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
cv313,
X-101,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.