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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.