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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.