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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.