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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.