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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Crime,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.