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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.