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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 AZ to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.