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 Albania and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.