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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.