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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.