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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.