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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.