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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.