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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.