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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Franke,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.