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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.