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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.