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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Jandek,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.