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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.