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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Can,
Ten City,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.