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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.