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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.