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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.