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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.