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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Names,
MC5,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.