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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.