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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.