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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.