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 Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.