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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.