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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke 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 disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.