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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.