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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.