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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.