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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.