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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.