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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.