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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.