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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.