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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.