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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.