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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.