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 Chile 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.