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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.