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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.