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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.