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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.