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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.