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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
June Days,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.