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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.