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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.