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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.