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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.