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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.