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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.