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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.