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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.