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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Victims,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Zapp,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.