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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Section 25,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.