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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.