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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.