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 Albania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.