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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.