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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.