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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.