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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.