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 Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.