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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.