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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.