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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.