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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Television,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.