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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.