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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.