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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.