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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.