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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.