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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.