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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.