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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.