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 Congo and from Milan.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.