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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Magma,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.