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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.