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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.