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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.