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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.