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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.