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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.