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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.