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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.