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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.