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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.