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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.