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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
AZ,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.