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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.