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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.