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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.