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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.