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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.