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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Pylon,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.