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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.