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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Japan,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.