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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.