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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.