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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.