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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Ludus,
JFA,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.