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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Index,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.