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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.