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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.