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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.