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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.