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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.