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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Television,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.