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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.