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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.