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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.