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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.