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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.