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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.