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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.