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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.