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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Cramps,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.