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 Japan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Move,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.