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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.