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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.