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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.