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 South and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.