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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.