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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.