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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.