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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
PIL,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.