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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Franke,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.