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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.