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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.