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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.