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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.