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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Smog to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.