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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
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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.