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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.