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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.