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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.