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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.