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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.