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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.