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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.