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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.