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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.