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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Nico,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.