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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.