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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
the Association,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.