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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.