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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.