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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.