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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.