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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.