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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.