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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
the Swans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.