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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.