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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.