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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Fear,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.