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 Mali and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.