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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
June Days,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.