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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.