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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.