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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.