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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.