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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.