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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
John Holt,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.