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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.