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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.