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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.