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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.