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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.