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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.