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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.