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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.