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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.