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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Names,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.