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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Japan,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.