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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.