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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
UT,
the Human League,
ABC,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.