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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.