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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Excepter,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.