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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.