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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.