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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.