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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.