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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.