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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.