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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.