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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.