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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Names,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Ludus,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.