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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.