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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.