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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.