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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.