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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.