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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.