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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Can,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.