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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.