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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.