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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.