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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.