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 France and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.