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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
MC5,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.