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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.