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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.