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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.