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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.