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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.