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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.