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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.