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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.