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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.