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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.