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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.