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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.