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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.