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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
X-102,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.