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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Names,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.