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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.