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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.