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 Turkmenistan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.