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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.