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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.