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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.