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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.