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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.