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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.