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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.