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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.