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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.