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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Visage,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.