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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Blancmange 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.