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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Lyres,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.