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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.