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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.