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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.