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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.