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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.