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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.