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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.