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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
UT,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.