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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.