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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Technova,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Can,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.