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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.