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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.