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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.