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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
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 The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.