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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.