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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.