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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.