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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.