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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.