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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.