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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.