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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.