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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s 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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Aswad,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.