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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.