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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.