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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.