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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Cluster,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Brick,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.