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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.