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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.