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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.