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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.