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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.