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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.