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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Move,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.