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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.