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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.