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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.