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 Greece 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.