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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
CMW,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.