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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.