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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.