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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.