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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.