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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.