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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.