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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Nico,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.