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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.