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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.