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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.