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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.