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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.