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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
UT,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.