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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.