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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soul II Soul 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
UT,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.