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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.