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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.