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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.