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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.