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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.