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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
AZ,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.