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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.