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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.