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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.