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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.