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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Erasure,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.