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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.