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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.