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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.