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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.