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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
MDC,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
cv313,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.