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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.