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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.