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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.