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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.