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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.