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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.