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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.