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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.