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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.