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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.