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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.