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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.