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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
DNA,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.