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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.