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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.