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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.