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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.