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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.