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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.