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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.