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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.