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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.