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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.