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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.