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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.