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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.