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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Hashim 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Hoover,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Index,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.