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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.