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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.