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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.