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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.