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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.