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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.