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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.