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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.