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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Erasure,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.