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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.