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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.