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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
cv313,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
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.