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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.