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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.