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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.