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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.