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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.