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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Can,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.