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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.