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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.