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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.