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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.