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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.