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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.