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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.