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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.