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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.