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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.