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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.