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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.