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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.