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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.