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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.