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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.