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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.