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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.