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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.