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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.