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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.