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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.