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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.