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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.