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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.