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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.