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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.