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 Libya and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.