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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.