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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.