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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.