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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.