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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.