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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.