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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.