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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.