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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.