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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.