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 States and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.