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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Hashim,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.