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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.