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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Audionom,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.