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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.