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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.