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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Magma,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.