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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.