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 Andorra 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.