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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.