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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.