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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.