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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.