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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
MDC,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.