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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
AZ,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.