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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
X-101,
Index,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.