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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.