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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.