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 United States and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.