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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
JFA,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.