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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.