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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.