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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.