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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.