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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.