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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Excepter,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.