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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.