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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
MDC,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.