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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.