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 United States 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.