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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.