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 Belgium and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.