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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.