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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.