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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.