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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.