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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.