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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Pole,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.