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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.