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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Pole,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.