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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Amazonics,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.