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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
X-101,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.