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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.