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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.