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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.