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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.