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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Associates,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.