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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.