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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.