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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.