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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.