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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.