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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Index,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
MDC,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.