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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Wire,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.