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 Niger and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.