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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.