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 Turkey and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.