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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.