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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.