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 Chad 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.