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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.