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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.