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 Peru 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Index,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.