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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.