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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.