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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.