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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
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.