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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.