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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Normal to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.