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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.